Abe the Wizard

“Cyril Wizard, I just think Duchess Carrie has a problem with her speech, that's why I did it!” Abel explained with a smile.

If Bernie were here, he would know why Abel could say that Carrie, Abel's status as an elf is no lower than Carrie's, and Master Bennett's name drives almost all elf women crazy.

As Abel returned to the dining room with the dwarves, Bathory was directing the servants to serve, and the novel dish, 'Fresh on the Ground’, was served on the table, each serving a small amount.

Abel sat in the throne to accompany the elves to dinner. Despite the contradictions, the rest of the elves could see that Abel was unusual in the eyes of the Elf royal family, and the arrogant Duchess Carrie could bear his blame.

“Master Abel, what is this?” After all, Duchess Carrie risked a long time with Abel, knowing what Abel was like, so she wasn't prepared to take revenge, especially after smelling the delicacy in front of her.

“Duchess Carrie, this is‘ fresh ground ', cooked by my butler!” Abel falsely quoted, pointing to Bathory on one side.

The Duchess Carrie just saw the double cane badge on Bartoli's chest, her eyes peeled, and then stood up very gracefully and bowed down and said, "Thank you for the dish! ”

Bathory bent his knees slightly to return to a noble ladies' ceremony and, although dressed in a generous ordinary robe, it was difficult to conceal his aristocratic aura.

“Brother Abel, you treat intermediate wizards as housekeepers, and you are not afraid that the Wizards Guild will trouble you!” Duchess Carrie couldn't help but smile, and Abel was able to welcome her so solemnly and arranged for an intermediate wizard butler to cook for her personally, a privilege that made her unhappy.

What Duchess Carrie doesn't know is that if the chefs in the castle hadn't learned how to cook in a new way, she wouldn't have had to do it herself, and of course she wouldn't have.

“Master Abel, can you provide me with these dishes? My mother has been having a bad appetite lately. Naturally I have to think about her as a daughter!” The Duchess Carrie has been deeply in love with this food after eating fresh ground ’,‘ fish cigarette maker ’and‘ sautéed with cinnamon ', so she asked.

That's a strong reason why Abel couldn't refuse, so he said, "Yes, I'll send some past when the Brigade is officially open! ”

“You have a large transmission array!” Duchess Carrie asked inevitably.

Abel looked at the other elves at the table and seemed to have some concerns. The Duchess Carrie saw what he meant. She couldn't help but laugh: “All the magicians who have been arranged here are the most central magicians of the family. They were raised by the family since they were young and signed a contract before they came here. My mother said that you have too many secrets, so come here to reassure you! ”

“Yes, I have a large transmission array!” Abel nodded.

“That's great, I can eat these delicious all the time from now on!” The Duchess Carrie just said it, she knew it was wrong, and said busily: “Your mother will have a big appetite too! ”

Abel shook his head, he didn't care whether to give the Duchess Carrie or the Duke of Edwina, he just provided some dishes, and when the family's chef learned, it was good to communicate with the Grand Duke of Edwina and the Duke of Albert, even though it was a little troublesome.

“Oh, it smells like a blue-roll rabbit!” Duchess Carrie has by now tasted the most important of these flavors, she cannot help but say.

Abel laughed without saying a word, and he knew someone would taste the blue roar rabbit, but so what? He was a master of alchemy, and nothing was impossible.

“Do you… do you have new alchemy?” Duchess Carrie has largely guessed the mystery, and although she doesn't know how to smell the Blue Howl rabbit, she knows another identity of Abel, Master Bennett.

Master Bennett is synonymous with miracles in the Pokémon clan, and mediocre drugs become incredibly potent in his hands, with countless Pokémon women dumping them.

It is also entirely possible if Master Bennett produces a new drug, or a food additive.

“Can you provide this kind of alchemy?” Duchess Carrie asked softly, not knowing her name, but seeing the presence of this alchemy in Abel's expression.

“Forget it, I'm not going to provide the liquid, and you'll know the value of it if you ask about Liant City through the intelligence system, and you won't ask this question!” Abel smiled and shook his head and refused.

A breakfast made some of the angry elves feel great, especially knowing that the meal would be so much more enthusiastic after working here for some time to come.

Knowing that the elves had also signed a confidentiality pact, Abel sent them with the dwarves to the base of the overhanging fortress.

“Coliver Magic Tower!” Duchess Carrie looked at the magic tower hidden in the isolated space of the base of the overhanging fortress in front of her and shouted.

Duchess Carrie, even an elf, knows such a famous magic tower, which is often proposed by the elves to reflect the opposite of human wizards, along with many words such as‘ corrupt ’,‘ unscrupulous’, ‘evil’, etc.

And the powerful defense of the Coliver Magic Tower is also the main reason for the Elves to remember it, one of the most powerful towers on the Holy Land.

“Master Abel, did you kill the senior wizard of California?” Duchess Carrie asked openly.

“No, no, no, no. I picked up this magic tower!” Everything was with him, and Abel shook his head to deny it, even though it didn't matter if he admitted it.

How is it possible to admit that the Magic Tower was picked up, of course, after he killed the Advanced Wizard of California, but it was.

Duchess Carrie scornfully swept Abel and said: "I dare not admit it! ”

Then she took the elves and looked at the state of the Magic Tower and ignored Abel.

The strength of Duchess Cary also has the advantage of being able to move the Dwarf Construction Team and the Pokémon Magistrate all together, and since the Advanced Conveyor's Front has been repaired, Duchess Cary connects it directly to the Conveyor's Front within the main house of the city of Angostle.

A large quantity of precious timber not found in the human world has been transported in and will be used as an internal structure of this magic tower, a luxury that gives the Dwarves some slapping.

“Isaiah, cut this piece of wood at this size!” Duchess Carrie commands Isaiah with a drawing.

Isaiah carefully drives the engineering puppet to divide this precious and unusual piece of wood, carefully into pieces of material according to the size on the Duchess of Carrie's drawings, because this piece of material, almost worth the same amount of gold, is wasted with one error.

And there are many more precious timbers than this, and it can be seen that the elves' support for Abel is almost unlimited.

“Master Abel, you are not the son-in-law of the Elves. How could the Elves be so deserving?” Cyril's senior wizard appeared beside Abel and looked up and down at Abel and asked.

“These materials are valuable?” Abel had no research into wood, and he had no idea how precious the materials currently used on the site were.

“That golden wood, that's fine gold wood, that's fine gold in the wood. If it wasn't as hard as fine gold, it would be a complete substitute for fine gold, but it's much better plasticity than fine gold, it's the best material in the magic tower to connect between the magic arrays. Normally in a magic tower, only the most important defensive arrays use this material, but look, these elves use this material for you even in the lighting arrays!” Cyrillic high wizards say some teething.

Knowing that there are no such trees in the fissile basin where the dwarves live, only in the bi-monthly forest will the fine gold trees grow, and this fine gold material in front of them, which cannot grow for thousands of years, is used for a magic tower.

Cyril's senior wizard was just thinking about how much fine gold wood he had used on his magic tower, and the piece that Isaiah had just cut off was about the same size as the one he had used in his magic tower.